Little Girl Lost

Tender couldn’t live in

the fray

of your decay

so I went away

became

your microphone

your telephone

your megaphone…

that?…

oh, that’s just the drone…

the vibration

of your words

clanging against my cords

your strings pulled

you pulling mine…

A wish not wished

A dream not dreamed

A life not lived…

shadow play

in plaid skirts

and saddle oxfords

doomsday in between

Lost Little Girl

skipping rope

skipping time

dripping tears

dripping rhyme

Tender couldn’t live in

the fray

of your decay

so she was saved for another day…

I was saved for another day.

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12 responses to “Little Girl Lost

  1. ‘ became

    your microphone

    your telephone

    your megaphone…

    that?…’

    Words echoing, is it your past Daphne? scars returning by memories of your heart..?

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